Wednesday, March 29, 2017


My eyelids can barely stay open.
I blame myself for this, though.
I really -
Maybe not everything has to go onto paper.
No matter it's relief.

Riley Welch

Monday, March 27, 2017


I need to get more ambitious.
Like the plateau of weight loss
I wonder what will come of me writing three poems a week
over and over and over,
until it becomes second nature.
Will my learning reach a halt?
How do I push myself further,
and continue supporting my other aspects of life.
I have this worry,
that by furthering some parts of my life,
I'm pushing myself back in others.
It's as though I can't decide where I want to go and what I want to be.
I'm just doing my best.
Writing three poems a week.

Riley Welch

Saturday, March 25, 2017


Days turned into weeks
the way they do.
I didn't miss them,
but I felt the same way I do at the end of each day.
As the sun turns gold and sends shadows across my room.
A bit sad that there is ending, because no one likes an end,
but mixed with happiness
for the night that lies ahead.
And the fresh morning even farther,
before the sun, once more, sets.

Riley Welch

Wednesday, March 22, 2017


The doves had returned above my house,
constantly cooing.

"I hear you, I hear you!"

I try to relay.

But it continues until I am driven mad by the repeating.

Just please, don't shit on my car today.


Monday, March 20, 2017


This is a haiku.
It is not a good haiku.
But I am sleepy.

Riley Welch

Saturday, March 18, 2017


Creep crawling sudden stares
wrapped up like linen, I don't think I care.
Wooden boards hang down,
so low,
high up?
I'm watching out.

Riley Welch

Wednesday, March 15, 2017


Something felt wrong or missed
so my stomach dropped.
As it always does.
Thank god it doesn't literally,
it would touch my toes by now.
Dropping out the bottom and running along.
So sweet and sad.

Riley Welch

Monday, March 13, 2017


Sing song,
lyrics so loud,
I lost myself
in the clouds
your arms
felt strong
It felt
at least
like something,
with more gravity.

No, no.
That's not the correct word.

I think I've lost it.
I felt the mist spray,
or I heard it.
Now I can't remember.
Maybe it was something else.

The espresso machine pressing grounds?
Why can't I recall.

I feel like I love you,
so does that mean I do?
I hope so.
So easy.
In a good way.
For, really, anything.

Riley Welch

Saturday, March 11, 2017


Lightning struck in an 'X' like the curves of a woman's body.
Where they met,
her waist sucked in.
And in a flash the thunder called
and she was gone.

Riley Welch

Wednesday, March 8, 2017


Notes for days
stress for
Maybe it's days too.
I don't know.
I wanted to write a beautiful poem.
But I could not force the words out.

Riley Welch

Monday, March 6, 2017


I saw lights about to break at the horizon.

But cars never came over the other side.

Riley Welch

Saturday, March 4, 2017


You should remember you are beautiful.
And even if it isn’t all there is. It’s still nice to think about it sometimes.
And that’s alright

Riley Welch

Wednesday, March 1, 2017


Maybe you
should focus
on being sad
or being right
or being wrong
about all the chores
I've ever had.

Riley Welch